humpty And if it ain't me against the world Then I feel like I'm going against this whole country Nobody's on my side, they wanna take my soul Body
my world is like a Rubiks cube its too complex girl, you assuming, cupids looming my mentality's caveman stupid woman my life is Truman show, all I have is music
Hoist this diagnosis, comatosis is what I leave your crew with Boom bip or some two and two shit Raw silk 'cuz you do it to my music Funk Doctor Spock
and dirty 'cause that's my joint Ha! We preferably make all points Through a nation we build off the musical field Or a visual thrill, we do what we feel Any time or
little soul searchin' for myself I'm sorry that, I pulled you in and let it get this far You know I never meant to break your heart At the shopping mall or
mind, body, soul and I sold all these records off bein' myself And I wish you can do the same thing, man, it's easier than a stripper Or tyin' a baby
come and work for soul, show you really got soul Are you ready hump, bump, bump, get bump, now let's go, house Twist and turn, [Incomprehensible] You got the body
body rock the party We like to body rock the party Say, we like to body rock the party We like to body rock the party You like to body rock the party
seen your momma lean to it in a green Buick Wack niggas get passed over so much they seem Jewish Better leave and do it now or seem foolish This music
guns, I got guns for toys Silencers bring the heat without bringing the noise Bringing the funk of dead bodies, go ahead bring in your boys You'll see the soul
as corrupt as Don King Boxed into the ghetto, so be champ with the bling Industry's the arena, the internet is the ring You train audible Queens, to sling music
drums and displays mad soul Soul be the source of the blam Roots fam as we grow and expand like the afro With menacing music seriously I'm sinister I
me to dance So I got busy quick as the music was played up How you gonna beat me at a dance I made up Now you know that I can throw that Body of mine
follow just like Gandhi I'm Malcolm, shit, I bring it out 'em Body on Broadway, now nobody can doubt him Must I be a backpacker or Black Eye Pea Or
of phat, uhh, Phat or Wack? Uhh your friend and mine Bink Chipperwink (Applause) Hello everybody I'm Bink Chipperwink And this is Phat or Wack! The rules
and rule It's not a trick or treat and it's not a April fool It's all brand new, never ever old school You've got the music in your body and you can